Chapter 37: 35. He has never talked to me this much

Samyuktika watched Naira and Rihaan, feeling a mix of determination and concern. Like Ekansh she will get over the kitchen too, she thought, resolving not to let the atmosphere shift any further.

“No, no, you both are guests,” she interjected, her voice steady. “Atithi Devo Bhava, right? It’s a big saying in our culture that guests are like gods. How can I let you cook?”

She glanced at Naira, hoping to diffuse any competition. “You should relax and enjoy your time here. Besides, I know how much you’ve both been through today. Rihaan must be tired too—he should take a break.”

Rihaan opened his mouth to protest, but Samyuktika continued, “I’ll make the gulab jamun instead. I want to ensure everything is perfect for you.”

Naira raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind helping,” she said, but there was a hint of challenge in her tone.

“I insist,” Samyuktika replied, her smile brightening. “You two can keep chatting while I handle the dessert. It’s my way of welcoming you back properly.”

As she began to gather the ingredients, Samyuktika felt a renewed sense of purpose. I can do this, she thought, pushing aside the lingering doubts. She was determined to show both Naira and Ekansh that she was more than capable, and she wouldn’t let anyone overshadow her.

The three of them moved to the living room, laughter and chatter filling the air. As they settled into comfortable seating, Samyuktika found herself observing the dynamic closely.

Naira has only been here for a short while, Samyuktika thought, feeling a pang of jealousy as she watched Ekansh engage in animated conversation with her. It’s been almost a month since our wedding, and he’s never talked to me this much that he talked to her in an hour.

She glanced at Ekansh, who was leaning in, laughing at something Naira had said. The ease between them was evident, and it stung. Why does it feel like I’m not even part of this conversation?

Samyuktika felt a wave of frustration wash over her. I’ve tried to connect with him, to get him to open up, but it’s like I’m invisible sometimes. She fought to keep her expression neutral, not wanting to show her discomfort.

As Rihaan chimed in with a joke, Ekansh laughed heartily, the sound echoing in the room. Samyuktika felt a tightness in her chest, a mix of longing and insecurity.

I need to find my place here, she resolved silently. She wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by. She would join the conversation and remind both of them of her presence.

Taking a deep breath, she interjected, “So, Naira, what was the most exciting thing you did in the States?”

As Naira turned to her, Samyuktika felt a flicker of hope. I can be part of this too, she thought, determined to bridge the gap between them.

Naira’s eyes lit up as she turned to Samyuktika. “Oh, there were so many things! But I think the best part was attending New York Fashion Week. The energy there was incredible!”

Ekansh leaned forward, genuinely intrigued. “You’ve always had a passion for fashion. What was it like?”

“It was a dream come true,” Naira replied, her enthusiasm infectious. “Seeing all those designers showcase their work up close was inspiring. I even got to meet a few of them!”

Samyuktika listened intently, trying to keep her expressions neutral despite the pang of jealousy that flickered within her. She thought about her own aspirations and the paths she had chosen. Why can’t I share my passions like that?

“Sounds amazing,” Ekansh said, a spark of admiration in his voice. “I’m really proud of you.”

Samyuktika seized the moment to contribute. “It’s great to see you pursuing what you love, Naira. I wish I had that kind of opportunity in my field.”

Naira smiled at her. “Thank you! You should share more about what you do, Samyuktika. Teaching is such an important job, and you have a real impact on your students.”

“Yeah, Bhabhi! Tell us about your students,” Rihaan added, eager to shift the focus back to her.

Samyuktika felt a rush of gratitude for their interest. “Well, I teach at a local school. It can be challenging, but I love seeing my students grow and learn. They inspire me every day.”

As she spoke, she noticed Ekansh’s gaze soften, and for a brief moment, she felt a connection spark between them. Perhaps she could carve out her space in this dynamic after all.

“Teaching is a lot like fashion in a way,” Naira said, leaning in. “Both require creativity and passion. You should showcase that more, Samyuktika.”

Samyuktika smiled, feeling encouraged. “I guess we all have our own ways of expressing ourselves.”

The conversation flowed more easily now, and Samyuktika felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could navigate this new landscape of relationships while staying true to herself.

As the conversation continued, Samyuktika felt her confidence growing. Naira’s presence, while initially daunting, began to feel more like an opportunity for camaraderie rather than competition.

“So, what’s next for you, Naira?” Samyuktika asked, genuinely curious. “Are you planning to do more shows?”

Naira nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! I want to expand my brand and maybe even collaborate with some designers. There’s so much potential out there!”

Ekansh chimed in, “With your talent, I have no doubt you’ll make it big. You always had a vision.”

Naira beamed at the compliment, her confidence soaring. “Thanks, Ekansh. It means a lot coming from you.”

Samyuktika watched the exchange, feeling a mix of admiration for Naira and a need to assert herself. “You know, maybe I can help with some creative ideas for your branding. I have some experience in project planning,” she suggested, her voice steady.

Naira’s expression shifted to one of intrigue. “Really? That would be amazing! I could use fresh ideas.”

Rihaan nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds like a great collaboration! The more, the merrier.”

Samyuktika felt a swell of pride. Maybe I do belong here, she thought, trying to shake off the earlier doubts.

Ekansh, observing the growing rapport between the three of them, felt a flicker of relief. He appreciated how Samyuktika was finding her voice. “I’d love to see what you both come up with,” he said, his tone supportive.

Just then, Naira’s phone buzzed, and she glanced at it. “Oh, I need to take this call. I’ll be right back,” she said, standing up and heading toward the hallway.

As soon as Naira left the room, Samyuktika felt a sudden shift in energy. She turned to Ekansh, who was now focused on her. “So, how are you feeling about everything?” he asked, his voice softening.

Samyuktika took a breath, wanting to be honest. “It’s been a bit overwhelming, to be honest. I want to connect with you, but sometimes it feels like I’m competing for your attention.”

Ekansh’s expression changed, concern flickering across his face. “You don’t need to compete, Samyuktika. You’re my wife, and I want to know you better. I’m just... getting used to everything.”

She met his gaze, feeling a warmth in his words. “I want that too. I just need to remind myself that I matter in this space.”

Ekansh reached out, his hand brushing against hers. “You do matter. I promise to make more of an effort.”

Their moment was interrupted as Naira returned, and the atmosphere lightened again. But for Samyuktika, the conversation had shifted something important within her. She felt more grounded and ready to embrace whatever came next.